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|Posted By: Byker|
| WHO would have thought a beach could be too sandy? Well, according to Thomas Cook in the UK some holidaymakers are just never satisfied. Here are the top ten most bizarre and genuine customer complaints received by the firm in recent years:
1 On my holiday to Goa in India, I was disgusted to find that almost every
restaurant served curry. I don't like spicy food at all.
2 The beach was too sandy. :shock:
3 I bought a snorkel and swimming mask for my six-year-old son, but he was too upset to use them as the fish frightened him.
4 It rained on my birthday.
5 Topless sunbathing on the beach should be banned. The holiday was ruined as my husband spent all day looking at other women.
6 I think it should be explained in the brochure that the local store does
not sell proper biscuits like custard creams or ginger nuts.
7 It's lazy of the local shopkeepers to close in the afternoons. I often
needed to buy things during 'siesta' time - this should be banned.
8 We bought 'Ray-Ban' sunglasses for five euros (£3.50) from a street
trader, only to find out they were fake.
9 None of the hotel staff was English, and the tea didn't taste the same as at home.
10 I would like to complain about the price of alcohol in the resort. It was
too cheap and I woke with a hangover every day.
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|Posted By: Charnwood Fox|
| ..... spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five day package tour with nothing to eat but dried BEA type sandwiches and you cant even get a glass of Watneys Red Barrel cos you're still in England and the bl**dy bar closes very time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland and it has to come back and take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can come back and load you up at 3am in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of 'unforseen difficulties', ie. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control; and when you finally get to Malaga airport and everyones swallowing intravioform tablets and queueing for the bloody toilets and queueing for the bloody armed customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isnt there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. And when you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin, called the Hotel del Sol, by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi; there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the bog, and there's only a bl**ding lizard in the bidet!
And half the rooms are double booked and you cant sleep anyway cos of the permanent 24 hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door. You meet appalling apprentice chemists from Ealing pretending to be hippies, and middle-class stockbrokers wives from Esher, busily buying identical holiday villas and suburban development plots just like Esher, because the Labour Governments got in again.
|Posted By: Ristac|
| Call me slow but I just realised that your not a taxi driver any longer, so what happened did you give it in for a new career?